About Jim

The Little Years

It’s 1949 and here I am with my parents, Ralph and Myrtle at my first home. In a couple of years the stork would bring my brother Martin for me to play with. Brother Paul and sister Michelle would follow. Happy times!

We lived in a tough neighbourhood though, so my dad decided that I should learn something called ‘the sweet science,’ or boxing as most people called it. I was ready to take on any bad guys that crossed me.

Like this guy…he never stood a chance. I’m a rough, tough creampuff.

Boxing really makes a guy hungry so Mum fills me up with steak and pasta. (pablum)

After dinner my Dad wants to have a drink to celebrate. He has beer, I have milk. One day I will have a beer too.

Down the hatch…

Ya Baby…..

Next I want to take my ‘bird’ out for a drive. That’s what the English call a girl. I must say she is a little bit Daffy.